Even an army of ten thousand could not withstand a single strike.
What kind of momentum was this?
Not only the Black Knight, but the militia and mercenaries in the distance were also stunned. Was this still a human? Even the legendary Knight of the Templar was not as good as this, right? The humans, who were already in the rhythm of the attack, suddenly cheered in unison. Their morale was greatly boosted, and they almost burst out three or four times their combat power, pushing the undead back.
Seeing this scene, Xassar knew that there was nothing he could do, but the dark and proud blood in his body prevented him from admitting defeat.
What kind of army was this? Judging from their attire, they were just a ragtag army. They were not even as good as the militia. They were just a temporary army formed by a group of frightened refugees. However, they had a group of impressive backbone and commanders. Xassar could not help but wonder who they were.
Where did they come from?
Aouine was just a dying kingdom. How could the rising Madara be defeated by such an army in a country that should be buried in the dust of history? Even its own citizens had lost the reason to fight for this land, and Xassar did not think that he should accept defeat from the other side.
The Black Knight drew his sword, and the Soul Fire in his chest could not help but burn fiercely. He immediately turned around and pulled the Lich beside him, pointed to the position of Brando, and ordered it to use Soul Pierce to attack the enemy.
Then he patted his warhorse's neck, and it began to trot. Together with the three Black Warriors, he separated the skeletons in front of him and went to meet the enemy. Xassar believed that even if he risked his life, there was still a chance to kill the enemy in the chaos. He wanted to take back the glory that belonged to him.
This was the pride of Madara, the pride of the Dark Nobles.
But at the same time, Brando also noticed the situation here. He immediately pointed to The Shire beside him. The young wizard immediately shot a white light from his hand and hit the Lich who was casting a spell. But what Charles didn't expect was that after his spell hit the Lich's ribs, it actually bounced off and dissipated into thin air.
The Shire level was too low.
Brando frowned when he saw the resistance effect of the spell. Since Brando was swinging his sword at the skull of a few skeleton soldiers, he was destined to not be able to withdraw his sword in time. However, Brando reacted quickly and raised his left hand.
A bright sky-blue triangular formation appeared in his palm.
The necromancer's secondary weapon, Spirit Pierce, was already out, while Brendel inserted three Wind Elemental Crystals into his Elemental Pool and displayed the Wind Elemental Card — Energy Loss.
The sky-blue card symbolized the power of the wind. The wind was flexible and unpredictable, and the spells were mysterious. The wind-type card of fate also had a similar power.
A transparent, jagged spiritual wave shot out from the Lich's forehead like a sharp knife. It crossed half of the battlefield in an instant and went straight to Brando and the others. But it immediately stopped in the middle of the battlefield. It was a strange scene. It was as if time had stopped for a moment. Then, like a storm, it refracted back with a sharp whistle. Along the way, there was a series of muffled sounds, and countless shriveled heads of the undead exploded.
Even the headless Necromancer swayed on the Skeletal Warhorse and fell down.
Magic and Martial Arts!
Those mercenaries who were less knowledgeable were still fine, but Retto, Mano, Batom, and Dragon Subduing Tower were so scared that they almost threw away their swords. In their opinion, Brando was a young man who was not even 20 years old and had the strength of a middle-ranked Iron-rank. He was also an excellent and talented general. He was also very knowledgeable. He was already considered a rare genius.
But now, they saw that he was also a wizard who could at least fight against a low-ranked Lich!
Could it be that he was actually a rare Reverend?
He was not afraid. The undead were destined to not be able to feel the reality of fear. But he was a little shaken. He did not know who the young man was. He held an Elven sword, had excellent combat skills, and commanded calmly and calmly. How could such a person be unknown in Erouine?
While he was hesitating, two of the Black Warriors had already passed him and went straight to Brando. But the young man's expression did not change. In the blink of an eye, he blasted away the two-handed sword in the hands of the first Black Warrior. It was as if the Black Warrior's strength of 5 OZ was fake.
Then, he raised his sword high and slashed at the shoulder of the Black Warrior. The Elven sword was like a silver, vertical line from top to bottom. With a loud bang, the Black Warrior and his horse were smashed to the ground.
Brando turned around and punched the greatsword of the second Black Warrior, causing it to fly to the side. Then, he clamped his legs on the horse's abdomen, causing it to move forward and grab the hilt of the Black Warrior's sword. His right hand pierced through the heart of the Black Warrior and pulled him down from the horse's back.
He squinted his eyes and saw the -72 damage that rose above the Black Warrior's head. He could not help but think that the Thorn of Light's attack on dark creatures was really high. But these numbers projected on his retina made him feel strange.
Sometimes, he wondered if someone had installed a microcomputer in his brain when he transmigrated. Of course, that was just a joke.
Brando threw away the Black Warrior that was burning from the inside. He straightened his body and faced the third Black Warrior. He exchanged a blow with the Black Warrior and then cut him down from the horse's back.
When the Black Warrior fell from the horse, Brando saw a silver necklace hanging from his sword. He reacted quickly and grabbed it. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a necklace that gave + 0.3 Strength.
Actually, Brando felt that it was a little strange. The Sub-Magic Equipment in the game should be similar to Common Equipment. Even the Captain NPCs should have at least one of them. But until now, he had only seen the Roman's Spider Ring, Swift Dagger, and this necklace.
In fact, the Magic Equipment in the game were usually differentiated by their rarity. The Black Iron Equipment's rarity was (Alchemy), also known as Sub-Magic Equipment.
The Bronze Equipment's rarity was (Low Light), also known as Low-Magic Equipment.
The Brass Equipment's rarity was (Magic). This level was a real Magic Equipment. For example, Brando's Ring of the Wind Empress and Freya's Ring of Flame, they had a significant characteristic, which was that they had at least one Magic Power that could be inspired.
The Silver Equipment's rarity was (Ancient). This level was a rare Magic Equipment. For example, Brando's Thorn of Light. This type of Magic Equipment's power could even change the strength of the opponent to a certain extent. It was already considered a treasure.
The Gold Equipment's rarity was (Fantasy). This level of Magic Equipment must have been passed down in the ballads of bards or items of fantasy. But although there were many legends that had been passed down in the history of a country, there were only a few that had been truly grasped by people.
The Dark Gold Equipment's rarity was (Mythical). This level of Magic Equipment's rarity was (Mysterious). With Brando's knowledge, he had only seen it in the hands of a few core members of a few major guilds. Of course, in the game, an item that was (Mysterious) was often a symbol of status.
As for Divine Artifacts, apart from the Mercury Staff and a few other ancient lost artifacts, most of them were in the hands of the legendary almighty. They were either the rulers of a country or the Gods in the heavens. For example, Saint-ausol's Ring of the Wind Empress (Ring of the Wind Empress), or the Sky Dragon's Holy Lance, Azure.
But in fact, in addition to the above abnormal things, 'Glimmer' low-magic items and 'Alchemy' sub-magic items were still very common in the game. Vaunte was a high-magic world, and magic in some rich places was indeed not as mysterious as people imagined it to be.
But after coming to this world and battling Madara for so long, he did not see many of them. Even the boss of the Golden Tree did not drop any legendary items. If it wasn't for the fact that the loot in Gerald's Tomb did not disappoint him, he would have doubted whether there was a difference between the game and reality.
But today, the necklace that the Black Knight dropped made him feel relieved. It seemed that the Grinoires region was a little too remote.
But while he was in a daze, a black sword came at him. Brando was shocked and instinctively dodged to the side. The Black Knight was already in front of him.
The young man could not help but look around. The Black Knight had lost his momentum. Even his guards were all dead. But the Black Knight still did not turn around and surrender. Could it be that he wanted to challenge him?
He was stunned.
*****
Freya pressed on the wound on her waist with one hand, and she could not help but frown. But the ponytailed girl felt a little strange. She felt that she was more concerned about the damage to the Half Plate of the Zephyr. She thought for a while and convinced herself that it was because the plate was too valuable.
The militia was chasing the defeated skeleton soldiers to the side of the valley. Brando's order was not to let any of the undead escape. It seemed that he did not need to say that because the soldiers and civilians who had been frightened for a day and night would do it willingly.
She and the rest of the militia were needed to maintain order in the pursuit of the undead so that they would not hurt their own people.
Freya rode on her horse and chased after them. When she passed by a gravel beach, she saw a skeleton soldier with a broken leg crawling up from the ground. She was about to give it another stab when she saw a figure dashing down like a gust of wind and chopping the skeleton down.
The figure stopped. It was Sue, who was wearing a leather dress.
"Sue?"
The bronze-skinned girl rode over and looked at her with concern. She whispered, "Freya, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. Have you seen Brando?" Freya turned around and found herself on the other side of the canyon with the self-defense team.
"Him? That guy didn't even dare to accept a Knight's challenge. Why are you so concerned about him? "Su thought for a moment and replied.
"Knight challenge?" The female Knight's long ponytail froze.
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